For several years I worked in a place full of unbelievers, many of whom seemed to turn against me as soon as I declared myself a Christian and not “one of them.” The difference between light and darkness was quite stark. Though I was a dedicated, good employee with high professional standards,—if I dare say so myself—I often felt treated as a second-class citizen, and the atmosphere was many times less than pleasant.

Many of my friends advised me to leave. I even begged the Lord to take me out of there, but I told him I would stay until He said to go; NOT because the enemy harassed me. I did not want the enemy to dictate where I would work. So I stayed and learned a lot about walking victoriously in love, patience, and forgiveness. I learned to not fear, that God would take care of me, and that the enemy had already lost. Jesus made a show of him publicly long ago.

When I finally did leave, my relationships with the co-workers were amicable. They even gave me a generous going-away party. God truly is my “glory and the lifter of my head,” even under tough situations.